Noct nodded, a note of agreement escaping his mouth at the assessment of their find. "Yeah," he said, between bites. Because even when drunk off his ass, he just can't help something that was drilled into him since he was a kid: table manners.

Well, some of 'em. He might be relatively close to just leaning on his best bud.

"Hm?" He looked at Prompto, glazed over eyes trying to study him a bit because what? He swallowed his current bite before turning to face him fully. Arm resting on the tablle in order to help stabilize him. Well, as much as his drunk ass could. "Did somethin' happen?"

Talk to him, buddy.